One Last Elf on the Shelf

Peter’s message reads, “Donut miss church. Muffin but good things happen there.”

Bob and I had so much fun with Peter, our Elf on the Shelf, and our two older grandchildren.  Because we grandparents were sick,  we missed Christmas church and family gatherings.  So we were especially grateful to have shared these magical elf encounters with Robert and Laurel on their overnights with us.

This visitation came on a Sunday morning.  Saturday night, Robert had complained that he didn’t want to go to church.   He was tired and didn’t feel well and wanted us to stay home.  That is not an option at Nana’s house.

When the children came downstairs for breakfast, there sat Peter, perched on the napkin box, with an elf-sized donut in his hand and a box of elf goodies at his feet.  There were Krispy Creme donuts, blueberry and zucchini muffins for non-elves.

Peter’s message reads, “Donut miss church.  Muffin but good  things happen there.  Peter.”  The children are just the right age (7 and 8) to appreciate this corny, juvenile humor.  They loved it.

Elf donuts with a restorative sprinkle of cinnamon.

Fascinated with the miniature donuts, Robert reached out and briefly brushed Peter’s arm.  That is a HUGE elf no-no.  It is said  that elves lose their magic if they are touched by human hands.

Having paid close attention to the first aid recommendation in the elf book that Peter left, Laurel rushed to the cupboard and pulled out some cinnamon/sugar mix to restore the elf’s magic.  She reassured Robert that all was well now and not to worry.   Under her breath she muttered “Clooooose call!”

Bob recently wrote about our grandchildren:

They must be angels

Sent to rescue us

From old age

and irrelevance.

Isn’t that beautiful?

So now until next year it’s goodbye to Peter and the wonder he inspires.   Godspeed, sweet elf.